Rose: Dorothy, what are you still doing up?
Dorothy: Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd watch a little TV to unwind, take my mind off my troubles.
Rose: What are you watching?
Dorothy: Judgment at Nuremberg.

Greta: I hope we didn't wake you. My sisters and I couldn't sleep.
Libby: We felt terrible about the things we said to you.
Dorothy: We didn't agree on much of anything, did we?
Greta: Look, neither one of us wants this marriage to happen. So instead of fighting, why don't we try to figure a way out of this mess.
Dorothy: You like cheesecake?
Greta: Can Ella shatter glass?

Sophia: Did a white man and a wrinkled old black woman come in here?
Greta: She meant a regal black woman and a scuzzy little white boy.

Greta: Lorraine, he's not good enough for you. You can do better.
Sophia: Oh, yeah? When's the last time you took a good look at the merchandise you're trying to move?

Lorraine: We both love you very much, but we also love each other. Now, we're getting married. If you can't deal with that, you don't have to see us. But that means you also won't get to see your grandchild.
Greta: Say what?
Lorraine: I'm pregnant.
Dorothy: Greta, can I talk to you for a minute?
Greta: I was gonna ask you the same thing.
Dorothy: They're going to get married whether we like it or not. Do you like it?
Greta: No.
Dorothy: Me neither.
Greta: They're also going to have a baby whether we like it or not. Do you wanna see it?
Dorothy: Yes.
Greta: Me, too. So what are we gonna do?
Dorothy: Oh. What mothers have done since the beginning of time. Pretend that we're happy, and then complain to anybody who'll listen.

Greta: I can't believe it. A grandchild.
Dorothy: Little Roger.
Greta: Roger? What do you want him to be, a choreographer? It's Lamar.
Dorothy: Lamar Zbornak. Why don't we just pin a "kick me" sign on the kid? It's Roger.
Greta: Lamar.
Dorothy: Roger.
Greta: Lamar.
Dorothy: Roger.
Greta: Lamar.
Sophia: Fabulous. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving already.